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+title: "The View through the Airplane Window"
+date: 2023-11-07T17:34:55-07:00
+description: "Why do they make me choose a seat? What happens if I don't?"
+tags: ["travel", "thoughts"]
+showTableOfContents: true
+weight: 1
+type: "post"
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+I fly fairly frequently from where I live now to my hometown. It's a convenient trip because there
+are two conveniently located mini-boss sized airports close to both places. The (un)fortunate thing
+about mini-boss sized airports is that they only attract the budget airline offerings. When you
+purchase flights through these low-spec'd airlines, they try and swindle you by charging you for
+making choices, like do you want to bring any bags? How about choose a seat to sit in the plane?
+At first, I thought choosing a seat was part of the fare: these slippery execs won't let me fly unless
+I have a boarding pass AND a seat ticket! I've learned however, that it is a false choice.
+
+I take the high (cheap) road and choose nothing, which means they pick a seat for me. Which means I
+sit above the turbines every flight, my window looks out at the wing.
+I am led to believe that these mid-range seats are picked
+least often, so I wonder, why are these seats of no apparent distinguishing quality least often 
+selected by the 'selectors'? If you want seats closer to the front, but dont want to front the bill,
+you're in luck! Selecting the back of the plane is more expensive than not choosing a seat, and your
+odds have to be impossibly better that you'll sit closer to the front by abstaining from seat selection.
+
+But I'm not complaining, nor do I wish people would have different airline decision-making habits.
+I feel privileged to sit in view of the wing: I watch it move a surprising amount during flights, which
+could very well be troubling to the anxious or weary traveler, but to me, I find it satisfying. I
+watch the slightest shift of an aeleron send the whole plane in a calculated, soft roll. I imagine
+my arm as the wing: extending out the side of the plane. It reminds me of sticking my hand out the
+window while driving to feel the force of the wind against my palm, turning a once invisible
+everpresent essence into a carvable, ridable rush of energy. Watching the wing wobble a bit gives
+the plane a little more mortality, I feel a little more of the rush and terror of flight.
+
+So thank you, mini-boss C-suite for giving me the view through the window everytime I fly without a seat.